Arab-Americans have been fighting in Iraq since the very beginning of the conflict there. Many simply see it as their duty to serve their homeland, America.
Others who have ended up on the frontlines in the so-called "war on terror" have suffered a crisis of conscience, having had to fight fellow Arabs and Muslims as the "enemy".
Ironically, our enemy usually is somewhere in the Middle East - it's my cousins, my family.
I'll be honest - I think it was kind of like brainwashing. You start wanting to believe that you're going there to help.
When I was a kid, I was one of those guys that threw rocks at the Israelis, and I was really good at it.
In the summer of 2004, we were in the city of Haditha in Iraq, in a convoy tippy-toeing around.
We were so scared, it wasn't funny. I was shaking. As we passed the Haditha Middle School, we got a shower of rocks. They were flying off my flak jacket and my helmet.
I felt so tiny, and so fogged-up with emotion. Because that kid throwing rocks used to be me.
The little freedom fighter becomes part of the big terrorists. Where once he threw stones agaisnt the occupiers of his land, now he is being stoned by kids of the country his army occupies.
yea, no "muslim army" here, just a brainwashed american wanabe in kuffar army...
Last edited by islamirama; 06-26-2007 at 06:27 PM.
In Iraq, they tell you there's a smell of death - and there is. It's nasty, it makes you nauseous. You end up having to shoot the dogs - because you'll see dogs in the street with human parts, like hands, in their mouths.
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